Sinking, you are Sinking

Sinking, you are Sinking

A Poem by Rachel Joyful

I know that you’re hurting; the world is tearing you in two,

You’re screaming out loud…but no one hears you.

You whisper prayers to the God above, the one that you pretend to love.

You turn around and see the people, the ones that said they cared,

The ones that said they would be there.

These are the people, the people that left you, the ones that judged,

The people that claimed to care, they promised, they would always be there.

These are the people, that pushed you in front of the train, that left you in the rain,

The ones that cursed your name, but yet, they said they cared, they said they would be there.

You turn around, and see the faces, the faces of the people.

You stand tall and look into them all.

On the outside you look strong, but yet you are falling, falling apart inside.

Voices fill the room, louder and louder, each one directed at you.

The voices are angry, accusing, and raging, you look around, the voices are from the people.

You look at the faces that are lite up with rage, they are fuming,

And the voices rise, louder and louder, more and more.

You cover your ears to keep out the noise, to muffle them,

And then you notice the voices are dead around you. The voices are in your head.

Louder and louder, more and more, the voices rage on, forevermore.

You try to scream, to hear your own voice, but the ones in your head are overpowering you.

You tremble because the voices are overwhelming you.

Not knowing what to do, you simply fall down.

 

 

You are sinking, beneath the waves, beneath the ocean water.

I can see you, your hand is reaching, over the waves, that is all I see left of you.

I call your name, but all you hear is the water swimming in your ears.

I ran to the water, I see your arm outstretched.

I scream your name, begging of you, not to let go, to hold on a moment more.

I throw myself into the icy water, and I struggle to find you,

Your arm is slipping; I know you are no longer breathing.

I call out your name, again and again. Over and over.

I cannot see, for the water blinds me.

You are sinking, slowly but surely.

All that you see is the sun shining brightly while the water dances above you.

All that you hear are the voices, but they are fading, they are dying,

Bleeding into the water you are submerged in.

I call out your name, but I know it is pointless, I swim, and I struggle to where I last saw you.

Your arm is now falling, back into place, back into the water, back into its place.

You feel calm, despite everything around you.

The sky is beautiful, so lite up with life.

My tears are now mingled in with the water; my throat is raw, from calling your name.

But I don’t give up, no I don’t give in.

I scream your name louder, more and more.

I force my tired arms to move me forward.

To find you.

You are drifting, like a dream; you are dancing on the ocean floor,

While you sink, more and more.

Clouds now overwhelm the sky, as the sunshine fades, darkness evades.

As the clouds bring forth rain, I am screaming your name.

But I don’t see you, and now I’m just struggling against the waves.

You are sinking, the voices have gone.

You are sinking, you are singing your happy song, all is calm.

My body is giving up, my arms are numb, and my voice is gone.

The rain is beating my face, I can no longer see, my eyes cannot stay open.

You are sinking, sitting on the ocean floor, humming, dreaming forevermore.

 

The sun is shining, brightly, beautifully.

I find myself washed up, on the beach.

I look up and see the clouds, I see the sun, and I see your face,

I see your face mixed in with the clouds, you’re smiling, but I know inside you are crying.

These tears cover my face, as I cry on the beach for your lost soul.

© 2012 Rachel Joyful


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